Mo Buli laughed twice with "hehe", and then the expression seemed to be frozen, and after a long time, his eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and he exhaled: "The Xue family, you are really nosy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

He did not answer on this matter, but Ah Lie seemed to understand what he meant, bowed and said, "Yes, I will give the order." ”

Mo Buli tightened the broken strings, admiring his fingers that had been strangled out with red marks, and said in a quiet voice: "The Xue family has ruined me a lot, and we don't want to return it, let them sing a one-man show, it's always boring." He turned his eyes and smiled at Ah Lie, and his cold voice was joyful: "You say, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir. The answer to him was still the voice of Alie.

Mo Buli didn't care, grinned, and bypassed the broken string, wanting to be flattened, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and patted his forehead: "By the way, Gao Ling, can this person leave Dadu?"

"Not yet. Ah Lie's expression was a little gloomy, and his tone was no longer bland, but a little cold, "This person is very shrewd and difficult to deal with." The people of the Xue family stared very closely, and told us that it was not easy to move. It seems that he should have known our intentions, and deliberately did not leave Dadu, just under the nose of the Xue family, he took the guards of the Xue family and made his own talisman. ”

"It's a pity. Mo Buli stared at the white silk string, as if regretting its breakage, and the ice in his eyes instantly became iron: "The more shrewd, the more you must die." ”

Ah Lie bowed, but did not answer.

After giving that order, Mo Buli seemed to be a little happy, looked at the curtains blowing in the breeze, and said calmly: "In addition, I remembered another thing. He said, the ice in his eyes suddenly turned into water waves, as clear as the sky outside the window, "I vaguely remember that Huo Zhijian has a daughter under his knees, isn't it?"

Alie looked at him in surprise, as if surprised that he would ask the question.

Mo Buli turned his head to look at him, his eyes were actually very serious, and asked, "Do you know about this?"

"Huo Zhijian's knees, there are indeed several women. Ah Lie replied respectfully, and his demeanor was also very serious, "His eldest daughter is a concubine, and this year, the second daughter and the third daughter are all concubines, all of whom are under the age of thirteen, and there are several daughters, who are still young. Ah Chu had spread the news before, saying that Mrs. Huo was the head of all the women, with a very beautiful face and a high bearing, which was very eye-catching. ”

"Very good. Mo Buli seemed to be very satisfied, threw the broken string on the ground, gently crushed it with his toes, and smiled quite strongly: "Huo Zhijian can't be wasted, after all, the Huo family is also somewhat famous in Jianning County." What Huo Zhijian hates the most at this time must be those people in Jiangyang County and the Xue family. In this case, find an opportunity to call him to Dadu, you don't care about finding a place to recommend him, you can't be an official, you can always be a doorman. Since his daughter is so beautiful, she can arrange a place to go, and the Huo family can't just die in Huo Zhijian's hands. ”

Before his words fell, Ah Lie's eyes were already shining, and after a while, he returned to indifference, bowed down and said, "Sir, this plan is wonderful." These people are the most retributive, and if they are used skillfully, they will have miraculous effects. ”

Mo Buli didn't speak, but there was a smile in his eyes.

At that moment, a meteor seemed to fly by in the room, responding to the gentle and peaceful midsummer night outside the window.

He waved his hand, and Ah Lie bowed silently and withdrew from the house.

Mo Buli stood in place for a while, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was reminiscing about the conversation just now, and as if he was pondering the previous events, and there was a rare quiet and tranquility on his face full of contradictions.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and sighed.

The night breeze swept through the curtains, and his clothes also swayed with the wind, and his long sleeves fluttered, almost weak.

He walked slowly to the side of the desk, picked out two pages from the pile of old papers, and opened them to take a closer look.

There are two paintings, one is a plum blossom and the other is a pear blossom, the painting is very crude, the pattern is also dull and sluggish, and the paper is full of depressing dead air, which can almost be called clumsy.

However, for some reason, Mo Buli stared at the painting for a long time, as if he was obsessed.

"It's ......grown up," he finally sighed to himself after a long time, and put the painting in his hand on the desk, and there was a gentle and lingering smile in his gloomy and cold eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and the thick knuckle hand caressed the painting, as if caressing the most tender corner of his heart.

After a moment, he opened his lips and chuckled again: "Hehe...... This painting is really negative to your origin, if it is ...... When I saw it, I was afraid that I was going to hit my palms......" He continued to mumble to himself, looking away from the drawing and turning to the closed sash.

At that moment, his glass-clear eyes poured out such complex emotions, nostalgia, resentment, melancholy, sadness, and ...... Heartache that can't help myself.

He looked ahead intently, and the brilliant and gloomy eyes seemed to penetrate the dark room, and cast it into the prosperous capital of Chen Guo, and cast it into the starry sky like the sea and the magnificent night scene with candlelight......

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In the summer of Shangjing, the purple smoke lake is the most pleasant, since entering May, the nobles of the scholars who enjoy the flowers and enjoy the cool by the lake have not been broken, and it is very lively.

The difference is that Xinchang Street, located in the east of Shangjing City, has a quiet atmosphere that is rare in summer. The tall ginkgo trees planted on the side of the street, their leaves tossing in the wind, like bells blown by the summer wind, jumping and flying silently, basking in the brilliant sun.

The whole street is bluestone paving, gray brick wall, the high wall at least has a zhangxu, occasionally poke out one or two branches and leaves in the wall, and there is the fragrance of flowers floating from the wall, quiet with a little gorgeous, so that people can know at a glance, here live mostly the nobles of the noble clan.

The nobility of the scholars will always make ordinary people daunted, and even the noisy sound of cicadas is much smaller here.

The mansion of Lu Shicheng, the guard of Dongping County, is on Xinchang Street.

Lu Shicheng is the owner of the three rooms of the Lu family in Fanyang, and now he is in charge of the post of Dongping County Guard, and there are now people living in three rooms and one room in this mansion, adding up to nearly 100 people.

At this moment, in a delicate courtyard in the back house of Lu Mansion, Lu Shicheng's eldest daughter Lu Shangxue was slightly lazily half leaning on the side of the chair, the goose yellow embroidered peony pattern gauze shirt spread half of the tender yellow on the case, the sleeves had been rolled up to the elbow, revealing a snow-white round arm, and the slender jade hand was holding a fan painted with peonies, fanning the wind up and down.

"The eldest sister leaned over a little, and the wind was gone. A delicate girl's voice came, with some light anger and complaint in her tone, and even a white and tender slender hand pulled her fan and moved it to the side.